Pushing the plugs in my head   Five, eight secs in the past   I please you   I please you   I please you   God's saving   God's saving   God's saving my ears      She cracks out in a hot summer night   I want it stereo   I want it stereo    I'm am still in love with my bleep in the morning   It's just a question of the volume control   My constitution   Oh, my constitution   I want it stereo   I want it stereo   Please drag this tuning fork, what makes me crazy   So far so good    Let god save my ears      I want it stereo   I want it stereo   I want it   I want it   I want it   I want      I want it stereo   I want it stereo   I want it   I want it   I want it   I want and then       Bleep-beep will going to cry   I've got    The plugs in my pockets   Be sure    It isn’t more than a big big big    Lie   Now    I complain about my strain   I complain about my strain